How do you gain insight?
And how do you gain more insight?
Roy stared into Maha's eyes across the rocking chair. The old man seemed to notice the doubt in his heart and chuckled, "It's simple, put your utmost effort into... punching me."
No one is born strong, nor born with knowledge. The people they meet and the experiences they have... ultimately reflect in their cognition....
Interestingly enough, the foundation of the awakening of "Nenryoku" comes from "cognition."
The old and the young quietly stayed in the dim little room. The curtains were stirred by the wind, lifting a corner and revealing a few strands of light which fell upon them....
Zeno, who hadn't gone far,
Supported Killua and called Tsubone to send Silva back to his bedroom,
Seems to have a telepathic connection, or paused in their steps, or looked through the heavy stone walls of the ancient castle....
Roy was stumped by Maha's words, plunged into contemplation....
Utmost effort? What is my utmost effort...?
'I have the crossing ability endowed by the [Gate of Cognition],'
'With the mimicry book from [Demon Graphic] to replicate others' talents,'
'With the properties of Nenryoku derived from Yin and Yang, Five Elements, and the various ninjutsu stemming from it,'
'With Bankai, the swamp space, the Sharingan, illusions, and... mastery of LV4 domain swordsmanship....'
So much... so much... Is this the bliss of burden?
No, Roy understood his great-grandfather. His old home typically loves to joke around but never shoots without a target!
Moreover, this is Kukuroo Mountain, an ancient family castle passed down through the Zoldyck Family for nearly a century, it's his great-grandfather's usual domicile for retirement... Does he not fear destroying this home by striking here?
Thoughts surged, brows furrowed... Roy felt lost.....
The young man buried his head, stretched out his hands, stared blankly at his palms, pain throbbing on his forehead, then returned to his senses, his handsome and robust head was suddenly caught in the hands of the tiptoe-standing Maha.
"Child, have you forgotten what you just said to your younger brother?" Maha gently stroked the youth's forehead, his shriveled body under the sunlight seemed a bit taller... He looked at Roy meaningfully and said, "Love others, love yourself first."
"You say you've gained some insight, seen some people, your great-grandfather believes it, yet..."
"What about you?"
"Where do you place yourself?"
"Where do you place those who follow you, trust you, depend on you, and push you forward?"
"Boom!" A thunderbolt rolled suddenly!
The sound exploded, falling into Roy's heart!
He looked down blankly at Maha, seeming to see that giant straddling the heavens once more, holding a thunderous hammer, one drop of which... dispersed the mist in his heart, piercing brightly through a corner, exposing the myriad resplendent rays unfolding within!
"I understand now,"
"Tell me,"
"Great-grandfather wants me to understand my mind and see my true nature, to clarify my own positioning."
"And what else?"
"And..." Roy's eyes cleared of confusion, unprecedentedly bright gazed at Maha, smiled... a very radiant smile, he casually returned with a question: "Great-grandfather, do you believe in light?"
Maha laughed, laughed joyfully, laughed in satisfaction... An old thin hand slipped from the youth's head to his shoulder, patted twice heavily and said: "Of course!"
"My grandson Maha must be light, and must be light, only light can bring people, bring life, bring the world, hope."
The old man let go of Roy, turned back to lie on the rocking chair again, looked at the abundant sunlight outside the window, bird songs and floral scents, silhouettes weaving among them, there's Milluki, there's Luca, there are individuals acting as either butler or beast or master, as different "identities" "professions" coagulate the "Zoldyck Family," he said deeply and quietly: "A family is difficult to manage, a team hard to lead, let alone a city, a country."
"Roy, if you as a leader have a blurred self-positioning, your great-grandfather advises you to give up the path of [Faith] as soon as you can......"
Revolution requires a program, much like Nenryoku inseparable from the mind,
Roy respectfully bowed to the elder: "Grandson has been taught."
Maha nonchalantly waved his hand, his eyelids drooped again... Roy sensibly left, turned and closed the door gently.
"Creak~" The door opened and closed.
Footsteps gradually faded.....
At a certain moment, Nen from Maha shifted, a gentle, vague shadow emerged to see the young man off, then looked down, glowered his way, not without reproach said: "The child is still young, isn't it alright to wait a bit?"
"No." Maha opened his eyes with solemn concentration, said: "You have seen it too, he doesn't have much time."
Betty fell silent... she sat closely beside Maha's thigh, regrettably... a mere wisp of "Conviction" forming "Posthumous Nen," attached within Maha, she had long lost her physical entity, merely a lost soul....
Fortunately, a wisp of Nen Light enveloped her... Maha attached his hand with [Ten], actively held her, then cradled her in his arms... one person one ghost spent the fare of the pleasant morning, in this small room in mutual warmth...
Betty as ever, leaned on Maha's heart listening to his heartbeat, feeling his multitude of worries....
Then lifted her head, cupped his face asking: "Is there... someone projecting himself down to the realm?"
Maha frowned silent,
Betty realizing, "Is it... [God]?"
"He can't come down,"
"Then it's... His follower?" Betty chased frowning: "[Divine Servant] or... [Angel]?"
"Currently unclear, Silva is investigating."
"Regardless of who, wanting to cross Mobius Lake into the human world like this isn't easy... at least 80% of their power would be consumed...." Maha's seasoned eyes rarely flashed a hint of dangerous brilliance, finally, supplemented with a sentence....